Crowded House Brussels

On Friday 19 October I went abroad to Brussels in Belgium to see my favorite band Crowded House. I had a ball as the concert was fantastic. Thanks guys!

Here's a blissful tribute to Crowded House and one of my favorite songs, written by Neil Finn:


Can you imagine that?
An itch too sensitive to scratch?
A light that falls through the cracks,
An insect too delicate to catch
I hear the endless murmer,
Every blade of grass that shivers in the breeze
And the sound that comes to carry me
Across the land and over the sea


And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move down

Colour is its own reward
Colour is its own reward

The chiming of a perfect chord
Let's go jumping over board
Into waves of joy and clarity
Your hands come out to rescue me
And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps

And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I won't be hit
Fingers of love move everywhere

And there is time yet
To fall by the way
From the craddle to the grave
From a palace to the gutter
From beneath the dying waves
To the sun like fingers of love

And I'm playing in the shallow water
Laughing while the mad dog sleeps

And I can't look up
Fingers of love move down
And I can't look back
Fingers of love move everywhere

And there is time yet
For you to find me
And all I want
Fingers of love move down
copyright pictures 2007: Y.E.W. Heuzen

There's sure no passion in the human soul,
But finds its food in music.
George Lillo 1693-1739